Re: Clint & Duma
Clint's eyebrows raised in surprise that very quickly turned into obvious pleasure -- and he abandoned his beer to the bar top in order to have both of his hands free for the moment.
It wasn't like -- you know. It wasn't like he minded talking or having a real conversation but for a while there, not all too long ago, this had been his regular mode of conversation. So it was sorta nice to get back to it, in a way. Never complicated, he signed back, his grin toothy and boyish. C L I N T he spelled out next, gesturing to himself before letting Duma sniff at his newly delivered beer. A bit weird, but okay.
Lost? Why? You have fun, that's all. At least, Clint figured that was the point of it all. Or, what he was trying to do.